DIRTY LITTLE SECRET: THE FORBIDDEN COLLECTION

Jane's POV “Green means continue, yellow means slow down, and red means stop,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise. He walked over to the drawer, filled with toys of every shape and size. His lips curled into a smirk as his hand landed on the biggest one. I was already breathless, anticipation dancing through my veins. He looked at me with dark, lustful eyes and began walking toward me. Leaning in close, his lips brushed my ear. “Are you ready?” he whispered. “Yes, Daddy. Devour me,” I purred, licking my lips. “Novice,” he chuckled, untying my legs from where they were suspended in the air. He helped me down gently, making me stand. “Follow me,” he said, and I obeyed, following him into a small cell within the red room. He handcuffed my left wrist to a red bar. Every time his fingers grazed my skin, I moaned softly, my body betraying how much I craved him. Then he bent, tied my leg with a soft rope, and ran his tongue up the length of my body , from ankle to chest pausing to suck my n****e with feral hunger. “Uhhhmm,” I moaned sweetly. “It’s alright, baby. Just say the color,” he murmured. He brought out a soft blindfold and tied it around my eyes, plunging me into darkness. I heard a soft mechanical whir a machine activating and suddenly felt pressure at my neck as he choked me gently. A thick, buzzing toy pushed deep inside me. “Oh my God,” I cried out, the stimulation intense, relentless. The toy pounded into me while Fred kissed me fiercely, his grip firm around my throat. My lungs burned, but the pleasure was overwhelming. He moved down again, sucking my n****e hard enough to make me arch my back. The machine sped up. My body trembled. It was sweet, but brutal. “Harder!” I screamed, and he slapped me lightly across the face, eyes burning. “I’ll make you scream louder,” he growled. He slipped behind me again, thrusting deep while rubbing my swollen c**t with slow, deliberate circles. “Aaahhh oh God harder! Please! Green!” I moaned, on the brink. “You said green, huh?” he snarled, grabbing my ear with his teeth, his voice a low growl. “I’ll make you beg to scream green,” he said and then, suddenly, the vibrator stopped. “Uhhh,” I whimpered softly. “Please don’t stop... more,” I pleaded like a desperate, hungry slut. “I’m going to take you to another level,” he said coldly. “Don’t ever let me think an artificial toy is better than me.” He uncuffed my wrists and dragged me across the room to a metal frame where I could stand with my arms stretched out. He secured my wrists to the iron bars. I instinctively pushed my butt out, presenting myself. A sharp sting landed across my ass. “Ouch... easy,” I moaned, the pain blooming into pleasure. I looked back at him. He was smiling now, pulling a belt from the drawer, wrapping it around his hand. Then he pressed into me from behind, his hard length slipping deep inside, hitting a spot that made me tremble. “Ohh... God,” I whispered as his fingers slipped inside, placing the vibrator against my c**t. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin. Sex in the red room was a revelation raw, primal, and addicting. Fred knew exactly what he was doing. He was teaching me things I’d never imagined. “Uhh,” I moaned again, dragged from my thoughts by the overwhelming sensation. The vibrator pulsed mercilessly against me, and Fred's rhythm from behind drove me wild. My tongue lolled from my mouth as I surrendered completely. “Are you enjoying it?” he asked, voice commanding. “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “No,” he snapped. “Say the color code.” “I’m... so sorry... I’ll let you punish me forever,” I cried, drunk on lust. From nowhere, a harsh slap landed on my ass. He dragged my hair roughly. “Say the color code!” he barked. “I won’t,” I whimpered, even as my body begged for release. He yanked my head back again, bending me into a humiliating pose. “Say it!” he demanded, pounding into me harder. “I... I’m... loving... it,” I stammered, unable to get the words out between the slamming of his hips. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned. “You’ve started something you can’t finish.” “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. He didn’t stop. His belt lashed my skin again and again. I couldn’t speak not because I didn’t want to, but because lust had consumed me whole. I was learning something dangerous about myself: I loved this. This control. This surrender. This twisted game. “This might be my new favorite,” I whispered, dazed with desire. No man had ever made me feel this way. Not even close. “You still won’t say it?” he growled, his belt cracking hard against my skin. My legs trembled. My strength was fading, but I held on. The vibrator was relentless. His c**k filled me completely. I felt like I could pass out from the intensity, but I didn’t want it to end. I needed to prove to him and to myself that I could take it. “Seems like Daddy’s going soft,” I muttered, provoking him. His eyes flared. “No one calls me weak,” he said, like a beast claiming his prey. He unbound me, this time blindfolding me tightly. I was completely at his mercy. “Lie flat,” he ordered. I carefully lowered myself to the ground, spreading my legs as he knelt between them. His warm hands caressed my thighs before he dove in, tongue plunging *inside, lips devouring my aching core. “Ohh... no,” I cried, unable to stop myself as my orgasm tore through me. I screamed, shaking, squirting all over his face. “Red!” I screamed, gasping for breath.